Happiness is made of rainbow memories and then with time one of three things might happen: they turn grey, or black, or white.

What am I doing? Just writing words to fit the feelings that need to get expressed.

• she had a heart with a hole of the size of texas and a mind packed like the streets on rush 

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08.06.2017

Only a great poet knows that the word serenity goes with sad, and bliss with exquisite.
Do you think that no word stands alone and all words need other words? And that there's a true democracy between words for they all mingle, from the more royal to the more common?
Do you also insist that words are bound to their meaning?
Well, I'm not into all that: I believe a word stands for itself, no concept or meaning tied up into it. Once a neologist, always a neologist.

If it's not a spoiler, it's a teaser or preview ;) 

Just wanting peace, quiet, and being able to sleep one day in this wretched existence, without this streaming of filth drenching the whole life, with its scary torturous noises of urban nightmares clawing deep into my ear the old aches and sorrows ...

Separate the eyelids 
Set them apart as if they were the curtains for the universe 
Those veils to reveal the cosmos 
Separate the charcoal from the diamond 
The pitch from shine 
The foam and the water  
The sea in your eyes 
As if Moses would return to earth 
And one would go back to the origins of darkness and light 

It's all yours.
It's all mine.


(addition of "it's all mine" on 20/05/2021)

Can it be you and me against the world?

No more bad news
No more children dying
No more war
No more terror
No more hunger
No more human error

Why can't it be?

Let Love consume you
Till there's only skin of passion,
Bone of desire, 
and heart of fire.

The capital of pain that you gain
Will rip the flesh from your body
and thirst for love will dry you out.

Truth's Epitaph

Society made its elements walking codebars
and now not even truth can save them all
because fake news killed truth, a former star.

No one is crying for truth
no one is mourning its disappearance
and not even freedom appeared in the burial.

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